As you may have noticed, I am gradually repopulating the “lost posts” archives from the original Switched At Birth that didn’t make it into the Internet Archive’s Wayback Machine. I thought it would be an aggravation to retype those old posts. Not so. I’m enjoying wandering around in those yellowed pages. It’s reminding me of the value of longitudinal context.
Part of the fun of blogging is this creation of personal archives that we are all doing. Another significant aspect is the stretching and learning that must occur — I think of the process as keeping our thoughts fresh like a natural spring rather than the stagnant pool they might otherwise become. I’ve been poking around, stumbling some, and generally having a blast with two new branches of this blog tree: Sugar Shack, which will tell the story as it unfolds of Beth and Buck’s writer’s cottage, honeymooners’ hideaway, and fish camp on old Perdido Bay, near Pensacola, Florida and False Dawn, a mircoblog “for 3 am floaters and fragments,” those words and half-formed thoughts that come in the wee hours.
Yesterday, Buck and I took the afternoon off to run over to the Sugar Shack and spread some rye grass seed and begin other clean-up, fix-up chores. As you can see from the two photos below, Maggie had another thought.
To paraphrase the late Lawrence Durrell, I can almost hear Maggie’s “brain ticking like a cheap alarm clock.”